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They tried their best to lie on the pigsty, and poked their heads towards Blacklett and Heatherly, making "grunting" sounds.

There was even a small and skinny pig that looked like it was not yet an adult. It kept hitting the iron bars of the pigpen and grunting towards Heatherley and Heatherley.

"Oh, of course. As long as they are clean, they will be fine. Anyway, these pigs are replaced frequently. This batch will be slaughtered soon, and then the next batch will come in."

A strange green light flashed in Old Tim's eyes. He grabbed the big wooden stick by the door and swung it at the pigs that stuck their heads out.

The wooden sticks hit the pigs on the forehead, making them scream.

Most of the domestic pigs immediately retracted their heads after being hit by the stick, while some of them kept dodging and howling at Blacklett and Heatherly. They tried to jump out of the iron bars but were unable to do so.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Blacklett glanced at the pigpen and responded perfunctorily to Old Tim's words.

He carefully checked the bottom of the pig pens or the wall partitions. Maybe Rick was hiding in one of them, or maybe he was caught and locked up somewhere.

Unfortunately, Blacklett did not find any trace of Rick here. The pigpen was full of domestic pigs and some kitchen waste.

"Reverend, I think this place is a little strange."

Heatherly also tried hard to find clues, but she seemed to have the same intuition as Heilite.

"Is it too normal? And yet it feels a little off?"

Blacklett looked at the pigs in the pigsty that were howling at him. He always felt a sense of disharmony when looking at these pigs.

"Yes, it is!"

Heatherly nodded vigorously. Having the same feeling as Heilite gave her more confidence.

"You two! Is there anything else you want to see? Do you want to go inside the pigpen and take a look?"

Old Tim's voice interrupted Heatherly and Blacklett, and he looked at the two of them with a smile.

He kept hitting the heads of the pigs in the pigsty with the wooden stick in his hand until these excited pigs hid in the corner and dared not make any sound.

"No, no need."

Blacklett looked deeply at Old Tim, who refused the invitation to enter the pigpen.

"Then let's go to the next place for a tour. However, the next place is the slaughterhouse. If there is no pig, we can't show you our workshop."

"How about this, everyone pick a domestic pig?"

"I will use the pigs you two have selected to demonstrate the process in the slaughterhouse. This will also help you to understand our regulations more clearly."

Old Tim's words made the pigs in the pigsty shut up instantly as if they were some kind of magic.

Chapter 164

In the silent pigsty, the only sound you could hear was breathing.

The domestic pigs that were howling noisily just now all huddled in the corner, staring at Blacklett and Heatherly with their dark eyes.

Such a scene is weird and confusing.

"Hmmm! Puff! Woohoo! Woohoo!"

However, there were exceptions. When all the domestic pigs fell into silence, there was only one underage pig that was still trying to make a sound.

It banged the iron railing in front of it frantically, and twitched its nose and made large movements towards Black Light and Heatherly to attract their attention.

Even though Old Tim walked over with a wooden stick and hit the pig hard, he couldn't stop the pig from howling at Blacklett and Heatherly.

"Then choose it."

Blacklett spoke, pointing at the pig whose head was bleeding after being beaten by Old Tim.

Heatherly tried to stop Blacklett.

"Oh? Mr. Reverend, are you saying you want this domestic pig? Do you want to pick this domestic pig to demonstrate the efficiency of our slaughterhouse?"

Old Tim was a little surprised, but soon he smiled happily.

"Yes, by the way, I want the meat of this domesticated pig. I think you won't be stingy, right?"

Regardless of Heatherly's hesitant expression, Heilite continued speaking.

"Of course! Of course, no problem, Reverend Sir, we will certainly not be stingy in giving you the meat of this pig."

Old Tim nodded vigorously with a bright smile, and couldn't wait to grab the ear of the pig in front of him to prevent it from escaping.

The young pig looked at Heilite and made even more miserable noises, trying to escape. Old Tim couldn't catch him by himself, and after a few calls from him, several workers wearing aprons covered with bloody minced meat came out of the slaughterhouse.

The workers worked together to control the underage pig and dragged it out of the pigsty.

"Okay, then please follow me, both of you."

"The next place we are going to is the slaughter room, where we have our most complete props."

"We also have meat stored there. If Mr. Pastor wants food, you can choose whatever you want. Our meat is of the best quality."

Old Tim led the way, and Heatherly and Heatherly followed him towards the slaughter room.

As soon as they entered the slaughter room, Hewlett and Heatherley saw a very clean room.

Compared with the pigsty, this place is like two different worlds. There is even an operating table specifically used for bathing and examination.

“Is this the slaughter room?”

Blacklet looked at the medical equipment and various facilities piled up in front of him and was somewhat caught off guard.

Looking at the appearance of those sturdy workers just now, he thought that this place should be a sea of ​​blood and corpses. He could see the scene of the pork that had been cut and hung upside down being dismembered and then dragged away on a cart.

But the scene before him made Hei Lai Te a little confused, as if he had entered a hospital.

"Of course, this is our slaughter room."

Old Tim enjoyed Blacklett's surprised reaction and signaled to the workers beside him to throw the underage pig into the trough.

The sink, which was large enough for three people to lie down, was equivalent to a large bathtub. The workers held down the pig, took out a brush and began to clean the dirt off his body.

The brush kept scrubbing the pig's skin, and the pig's skin became red, but the dirt also fell off and was washed away by the water from the pipe.

"I've said before that although the pigsties are dirty enough, we will clean them well."

"In order to ensure good meat quality, we will create a perfect atmosphere before slaughtering to help the pigs stay in a happy mood before they die."

“This way, the pigs can provide us with better taste and quality after slaughter.”

Look at the pig struggling in the sink, ready to howl but with an apple stuffed into its mouth by the worker.

However, Hei Lai Te felt a chill. This kind of evil taste was too perverted.

Perhaps for these pigs, it would be cleaner and more efficient to just give them a single cut, rather than giving them a bath here and creating some beautiful memories before they die.

"And what's that bed over there for? Is it for dental checkups?"

Blacklett looked at the recliner next to the sink, which looked like a device for dental examinations.

"Yes, after all, by looking at the teeth you can tell if the pig has any disease or something that's not tasty."

After saying this, Old Tim lay down on the dentist's chair and opened his mouth to signal to Blacklett.

"Once the pig is cleaned, we will check it for any disease or inedible parts."

"So please rest assured, Mr. Pastor, I will definitely entertain you well."

"I am very much looking forward to your thoughts on the food made from this pig. I promise it will taste wonderful."

Looking at old Tim who is so kind, cooperative and smiling all the time.

I'm afraid it would be difficult for ordinary people to find anything wrong with Old Tim.

The saying "don't hit a smiling person" applies to people like Old Tim.

"I don't want to wait too long. Take your time cleaning this pig. Don't be lazy. How about we go visit other places first? For example, the warehouse."

Blacklett suggested going to the next area.

"Of course, if you are interested in our slaughterhouse, Mr. Pastor, we will be happy to serve you."

After saying that, Old Tim prepared to take Blacklet to the next area.

"But when you are going to slaughter this pig I chose, I need you to wait until I arrive. I don't want you to switch it. Do you understand?"

Blacklett pointed at the pig that had been mostly washed in the sink and gave a special reminder.

"No problem, that's absolutely no problem. We are also looking forward to you witnessing our slaughtering skills with your own eyes. We will wait for you to arrive before slaughtering the pig."

Old Tim said this with a smile, and made an inviting gesture to Blacklett and Heatherly, and he led the two towards the next area.

Blacklett followed but slowed down a bit. He reached out and grabbed Heatherly behind him.

Heatherly, who was trying hard to think of something just now, was frightened by Hewlett. Fortunately, Hewlett covered her mouth before she screamed.

"Heatherly, you are now learning sacred magic with Amanda."

Hewlett leaned close to Heatherly's ear and said this in the smallest voice.

"Reverend, have you noticed it too?"

Heatherly's eyes were full of surprise.

She had been very unconfident, but now she knew that Blacklett actually thought the same as she did, and her blue-purple eyes were full of light.

"Well, we are most likely trapped in an illusion magic."

Blacklett squeezed Heatherly's little hand, signaling her not to get too excited.

This action made Heatherly's face turn red immediately. She was very happy with Hewlett's compliment.

Chapter 165 The Real Slaughterhouse

Most likely, it was the moment when the lights came on when he and Heatherly stepped into the building.

At that moment, the dark factory in front of Hei Lai Te suddenly lit up with dazzling lights. The overly strong light made Hei Lai Te feel dizzy.

Perhaps it was at that time that Heatherly and he were struck by the magic of illusion.

"So Heatherly, you are now learning holy magic with Amanda. After you learn holy magic, you will know whether we are affected by illusion magic."

Most of the sacred magic has effects such as "granting", "blessing", and "dispelling", and only the Holy Church is good at this kind of magic.